The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1887-03-23
Burdette's Moving Lay.

II is indeed pleasant 10 settle down to
housekeeping again after few years OF
life in every sort Of bostelry, from an
open face camp in the Adirondacks 10 a
New York hotel There are - many
pleasant surprises in store for one, when
one takes ones I.ares and renates with
all the appurtenance tbereunto apper-
tanning from the dark solitude of the
gloomy store room in which they have
passed a few years in sentiment and re-
hection. You think Of so many more
things than you say, as you unpack the
barrels Of hammered china and crackle
ware. All our china Is real ham nered
and all our crystal Is the genuine crackle.
Some Of our fragile ware | hammered
myself, some the truckmen hammered
and some Was hammered when the cask
fell down the elevator well at the large
store room. am a fair TO middling light
weight packer, but am no genius. Con-
sequently, it never occurre | 20 me, when
packed a bale Of pressed hay around
one tumbler, 20 pack against the contin-
gency Of fall of six stories, But then
never stored before, and knew not the
ways Of the storage warehouse.
II ever store again-but--excuset these
tears. | have now nothing to store.
Nothing save only one stove leg. And it
doesn't belong 10 me. 1t got mixed up
with my things in the warehouse. But
it is whole: hasn't crack or flaw in it,
and 50 | will keep il. | have NJ
earthly use for it. but il does my soul
good 10 see something whole about the
new house besides the ones made in the
wall hunting for a hidden scantling
with hammer and picture nail.
found a scantling once. Probed for it
with a gimlet until got hold of it, Then
/ went into the next room for a hammer
and picture nail. When | came back
if somebody hadn't moved that scantling.
/ am a heather from Nowgong. hadn't
time 10 chase scdntling all around "A
house. 10 I drove the nail into hath
and hung the picture. ana now one pie
ture short in that room, but plastered
the hole in the wall - neatly YOU can't
see whore it happened.
30 many little things turn up as you
uncover your long hidden treasure. /
hear my sister weeping in the next room
over one Of them now. She brings her
piteous face into my Lair and says, in the
tone Of a woman who Is aweary of life
" have found another moth | say
Why, YOU found six yesterday; what do
vuu want with another?' She goes away
wringing her hands. suppose she found
this one 10 bring the count up TO the per
feet number Why DO women-tiod
bless them-go about hunting for things
they don't want to find?
Only the other day while / was writ
Ing an ole 10 Washington and was
trying TO think ola rhyme for hatchet.
she called me down stairs. She said, /
believe there l. something alive in that
barrel" ! said in my native language,
which always comes back to me in mo-
ments of anger, "A-w-w-w-w ?" The id
idnn is untranslatable. Only men who
have uscdit know what it means; 10 all
other, it is unlnowable | stood on my
head in that barrel to grasp at the straw
and crush her idle fears, and may never
see the penitentiary if procession of
staryeling mice didn't stampede up my
back and jump off my waving legs. did
not come ont of that barrel so hastily as
You might suppose. Ny intention was
To come out rather abruptly. but | check
ed H. \ nail foot long, viii n ran into
my back Is inches helped me 10 pause
They had 10 knock the other head of the
barrel in and let me crawl through that
way. am now teetetaller, but | had
a nail that day that for staying qualities
beat any heat licker" thateverintroduc-
eel fallen man to the james jam5s
The happy woman who was cured of